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~Rocks of Smokiness... Of Our Love Niagara
https://youtu.be/b4hrUSBP4nc
black kites
fly so phenomenally high in the skies... their knifing
threads in the continuous negotiating cut & steers of the wind
streams in a mix of turbulence & silence... & some sudden drawn
in blankness... of a quizzical inertness
(their such teaser sways... their
noses dive towards our static & eagerly upheld jaw dropping faces
in their fixations, that’s in a shallow touchdown tactical drops... only
quickly lifts it much impossibly higher & more… these their tailored
strategic sailing is on & on the whole un~stymieing free length of the
dusky dimlit salient skies…
but not so in any
tiny tranche of a matching bodacious refulgence… & of a nature’s
fullfleding diaphanous naivety... of the many minute afloat cloudy
flock of blackbird silhouettes circling & flowing high in no
sabotaging routings...)
wildfires on the distant mountains
serially bloom as smouldering reds in the on & off swelling by the
provoking vagabond winds...
(the exact opposite south-easterly skies
burn highly infectious from them.... as sprawling scarlet torches in a
widening rapidity... from the sunset’s linear harvest raylets… pooling
in as spark(l)ing reflections through the weaving light~ wavelet t(h)reads..
in wafts & warps of a nuancing in & out... a silken running broad baste
stitching (non)visibility..
its when..
a skein of ‘V’ cranes as if smoothwhite jet streams navigate the visions
of a meditative ecstasy.. the pooja's ritualistic incenses spread as pure
aromatic sphere~ atmospheres... to a cleanse & refill the inner till the
sublime touching ethereal beyondness .. not just the hitting open mere
senses)
ghazals… their
indomitably arising pitches from the benthic womb... as the
drumming & hymning sacredly primal pelagic vibrational
strings...
(...merge as one with a mischievously thriller
wilderness foreplays to a holy confluence... of the diehardcore aligning
romantic heart airs... more so.. their cuckooing intrinsic melancholy is in
seamless integrations with the subtly rhythmic ever & eternally alternating
rhapsodic~ tragedy... the lub~ dub dying~ reviving heart ... in gentle holds
by the soothing lullabies of the rocking airs.... that are pregnant with a
heaviness as if forever…)
that only gathers in a build-up
exploding nuclei densifications .. to an n-birthing free radical newness
..the misty roaring gush of waterfalling tears... are the unconditionally
channelling in versifications…
of our Love’s artistry…
#34 #ERULGCT
black kites
fly so phenomenally high in the skies... their knifing
threads in the continuous negotiating cut & steers of the wind
streams in a mix of turbulence & silence... & some sudden drawn
in blankness... of a quizzical inertness
(their such teaser sways... their
noses dive towards our static & eagerly upheld jaw dropping faces
in their fixations, that’s in a shallow touchdown tactical drops... only
quickly lifts it much impossibly higher & more… these their tailored
strategic sailing is on & on the whole un~stymieing free length of the
dusky dimlit salient skies…
but not so in any
tiny tranche of a matching bodacious refulgence… & of a nature’s
fullfleding diaphanous naivety... of the many minute afloat cloudy
flock of blackbird silhouettes circling & flowing high in no
sabotaging routings...)
wildfires on the distant mountains
serially bloom as smouldering reds in the on & off swelling by the
provoking vagabond winds...
(the exact opposite south-easterly skies
burn highly infectious from them.... as sprawling scarlet torches in a
widening rapidity... from the sunset’s linear harvest raylets… pooling
in as spark(l)ing reflections through the weaving light~ wavelet t(h)reads..
in wafts & warps of a nuancing in & out... a silken running broad baste
stitching (non)visibility..
its when..
a skein of ‘V’ cranes as if smoothwhite jet streams navigate the visions
of a meditative ecstasy.. the pooja's ritualistic incenses spread as pure
aromatic sphere~ atmospheres... to a cleanse & refill the inner till the
sublime touching ethereal beyondness .. not just the hitting open mere
senses)
ghazals… their
indomitably arising pitches from the benthic womb... as the
drumming & hymning sacredly primal pelagic vibrational
strings...
(...merge as one with a mischievously thriller
wilderness foreplays to a holy confluence... of the diehardcore aligning
romantic heart airs... more so.. their cuckooing intrinsic melancholy is in
seamless integrations with the subtly rhythmic ever & eternally alternating
rhapsodic~ tragedy... the lub~ dub dying~ reviving heart ... in gentle holds
by the soothing lullabies of the rocking airs.... that are pregnant with a
heaviness as if forever…)
that only gathers in a build-up
exploding nuclei densifications .. to an n-birthing free radical newness
..the misty roaring gush of waterfalling tears... are the unconditionally
channelling in versifications…
of our Love’s artistry…
#34 #ERULGCT
Published 17th May 2020
Author's Note
#34 #ERULGCT.. a unperturbed stream of consciousness yet again in a tried capture... as our freeform love.. that verses its high flights of consciousness & subconciousness blooms.. as Love, Love & pure Love. You Know. Love You Robonoid, Love you All DU xx
song link & pic: from Web , from hindi period drama movie 'Kalank' (2019), haunting pitch of #ArijitSingh
song link & pic: from Web , from hindi period drama movie 'Kalank' (2019), haunting pitch of #ArijitSingh
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17th May 2020 6:21pm
its when..
a skein of ‘V’ cranes as if smoothwhite jet streams navigate the visions
of a meditative ecstasy..
Oh my gosh Uma, that is a beautiful moment.
Your emotion floats to burning. And finds its pathways both delicately and clearly. Once again you paint the horizon, with thoughts on it and send them, into us...
I love this piece Uma ❤️
a skein of ‘V’ cranes as if smoothwhite jet streams navigate the visions
of a meditative ecstasy..
Oh my gosh Uma, that is a beautiful moment.
Your emotion floats to burning. And finds its pathways both delicately and clearly. Once again you paint the horizon, with thoughts on it and send them, into us...
I love this piece Uma ❤️
I always love the musical links you reference, Uma. It's like you understand them without knowing the language because music is a universal language bridging gaps between dialects. <3
The poem is deeply spiritual, from the heart of Love with the purpose of giving, that is what I love most about your work. . .it moves undercurrents of emotion toward the direction of Love.
The poem is deeply spiritual, from the heart of Love with the purpose of giving, that is what I love most about your work. . .it moves undercurrents of emotion toward the direction of Love.
Anonymous
- Edited 17th May 2020 10:09pm
17th May 2020 9:55pm
"wildfires on the distant mountains
serially bloom as smouldering reds in the on & off swelling by the
provoking vagabond winds... "
...and as above with Jen's re-quote.
lost in the moment in chains floured,
breached with thoughts reveling in and out of form and out of them
inherently light in a powers cut.
again so so floored by your light.
serially bloom as smouldering reds in the on & off swelling by the
provoking vagabond winds... "
...and as above with Jen's re-quote.
lost in the moment in chains floured,
breached with thoughts reveling in and out of form and out of them
inherently light in a powers cut.
again so so floored by your light.
18th May 2020 2:03am
Utterly soulful Uma, comes to life before us in magic and splendour.
Anonymous
18th May 2020 3:53pm
Doo Dah, can only agree with the kind and insightful comments above. Love Me. So natural & real xx
24th May 2020 00:16am
